Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABC. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.